“No, before you ask, love and hate are not opposites but rather like two sides of a single coin. Another flood of warm love rushes through me for him and my tears dry up. Xxx He pulls my hand away like he did last night, though gently this time, and holds it in his above his heart. Open it; I am sure you will find clothing in there to your taste.”
I open it – the lid isn’t as heavy is it looks – and peek inside. Taking this as my signal, I spread my legs wider to straddle his hips. Look again.” That mischievous glint has returned to his eyes and my playful demon is back, all serious talk forgotten. The result is a rustic looking shower with surprisingly warm water cascading down from who knows where.
